Alvin G - Proverbs 18:22

Started out just a mission
Typical boy tradition
C ended things with a king
And found you in the sea while I was fishing

I was looking for commitment but ain't want commitment
Was tired of relation bulls***
Tired of being a player
Was tired of Jordan and pimpin
Piece of my heart jumped outta my chest and went missing

I deflowered you before marriage and that ain't Christian
Sad to say I was tryna hit and quit it before you say you got me f***** up just listen

That void in my chest you filled it
Emotional rivers I cried she couldn't tap you filtered
Shit left me unbalanced but you rekiltered
Hey now I can smile when I'm in front the mirror
Slap ya a** and yell hurry up while you in mirror
We gone be late for dinner

You know I hate being late
Mumble under ya breath
What you say? Ya period late?
Damn, that was a mistake but that's ok

Pray to God that I'm ready for heavenly sake
I just wanna be straight for my family sake
Been baking alone but now I gotta split up the cake

Whatever it take not end up on Ricki Lake, Maury or Jerry Springer
Hush little baby put this ring up on your finger
Rose gold Marquee shape yea I remember

You earned ya stripes like Kylie Jenner
Get it? She dated Tyga
You hate when I break down my bars
But I got a new patner in rhyme now that my son in you

That's my seed in your belly
Can't wait to kiss his tummy Make fart noises on his belly
And pass him off to you when that pamper smelly
Or make him wipe his own a** and take out the trash

Cause it's important a man learns to carry his own bag
That's lessons passed down from my own dad
I graduated, you study hard you under-dad
Babe, you get it? I called him under-dad
Undergrad under-dad, word play

My boy gone stand on his own two and hit the runway
You'll rule everything the sun touch one day

Train a child a way he should
Boy that's a one way
To the truth and the light

Jesus hung his head low so young can raise your head high.
The same head I kiss when it's bedtime

You gotta get in ya own crib
Cause in my bed, you be kicking you be kicking like, like six one nine
And if you ever try me
I'll kick your behind

Disrespect pops no, no son of mine
But if you look over your shoulder
I'll be right behind
Til the end of time
Baby boy you're my pride
I might cry
The moment I look in your eyes

Amir
Sound like you own a gas station Had to burn first before your classmates flame ya

But your name gone carry weight son,
Nothing to ever be ashamed of
And on your journey simba
Just remember where you came from
Son of a gun
And you made from the same gun
I know you gone bang some take care of your kingdom

Find you a woman we all need a good thing to lean on
I love you boy
From me to you

I'll take care of you
We got a little man now, I got bigger plans now

Written by:
Alvin Hester II

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